Kane

'Twelve,' Tracey interjected. 'I'm coming too.'

'Trained?

'By the best,' he said smiling broadly as he looked at me and I couldn't help but smile back and agree to his inclusion.

'Could be useful as a lure,' Charlie said, 'but I'll leave that up to you for the planning sir. By gad, the boys will love this when I tell them.' He was positively beaming at the thought of going back into action. I felt terrible at his enthusiasm to involve others into what I thought had been my problem only.

'Okay. Where shall we meet then? It can't be here.'

'Your place sir. I mean, where you are staying at this point in time. I assume the outside people don't know where that is, am I right?' Charlie asked in his suggestion.

'That'll be fine. But I need to reconnoitre the target tomorrow. Can you fix me up with a car and driver, our present vehicle has been compromised?'

'Yes sir. Eight o'clock okay?' I agreed to that and gave him the address for the driver and the subsequent meeting the following day.

'Are you sure you and the others can get away without them outside noticing?'

'Every foxhole has more than one exit sir, but I suggest you leave the way you came in. Maintain the cover as it were.' So with that, we finished our drinks and went back down to the ground floor and back into the wheelchair for Charlie to help Tracey, my nurse, get me down the steps to get into the taxi that Charlie had phoned for.

Our arrival and departure was probably noted, but we were not followed when we left and I felt quite exuberant when we got back to our flat and insisted that we went straight into the bedroom for us to play that time old game of doctors and nurses. Though for us it was more of a geriatric and his nurse, and how active and virile this geriatric was, was almost unbelievable. First he pulled up the starched skirt of the nurse to reveal the cheeks of the bum and then to put his cock up inside to fuck this pretty nurse. Then the nurse, still in uniform, fucked the geriatric, both of whom enjoyed the therapy.

As I said some time back that Tracey had the hands of a nurse and now I'd had him wearing just that uniform, but also it looked right when he changed the dressings on my side. The head wound now only requiring a plaster. Call me kinky if you like, but I enjoyed the charade that we put on.

Tracey kept the uniform on for the rest of the day and after dinner, I played the part of a bedridden patient and had him or her, whichever way you looked at it, see to me by giving me very special attention. I still liked him dressed in the underwear and loved it when he rode on me still wearing that fancy cap as well. I then, after coming up inside him, let him sit almost on my face for me to suck his balls before sucking on his erection and jerking him off to come in my mouth. I got my own back on him by then passing most of his own coming into his mouth as we kissed after the event. Then it was a general tussle as we wrestled in each other's arms, kissing and caressing one another till we finally gave up and went to sleep.

Chapter Thirteen

We woke up early as we knew that we would be going out at eight. So it was more of a quickie than making a meal of us having each other before getting up to shower and doing other things before having breakfast.

The car, as promised, arrived on the dot of eight, and when we got down to the car the driver saluted me.

'Private Jones reporting sir!'

'For Christ's sakes Jones. Haven't you given any thought to snipers,' I snapped at him.

'Sorry sir. Forgot myself. Won't happen again sir.' and then nearly went and saluted again but caught himself in time.

'This is Miss Tracey Spencer who is coming with us,' I said.

'Pleased to meet you Miss,' he said as he opened the rear door of the car.

'My name is Tracey. What is yours? I can't get around to calling you Private Jones all day, can I?' giving him a sweet smile.

'It's Colin, er, Miss Tracey, ' he stammered, blushing.

'Thank you Colin,' he said as he got into the car before me. I still couldn't get over the fact that Tracey looked and acted just as any woman would do, even to the point of knowing exactly how to get in and out of a car just as a woman would do, legs together and swing the body round so as not to reveal either legs or stocking tops. Even more was that he looked every inch a woman with the right amount of make-up and the manner as well as wearing the proper attire.

'Do you know where we are going Colin,' I asked when I was seated in the back with Tracey and we'd moved off.

'Yes sir. Sergeant Feathers gave me precise directions and to follow your orders implicitly.'

'Can't we drop the rank titles Colin.'

'No sir. Sergeant would have my balls if I did so sir. Begging your pardon Miss. Forgot myself for a moment there.'

'That's quite all right Colin. I probably know more words like that than you do,' Tracey laughed, 'and the name is Tracey. I'm just an extra member of the squad.'

'And second in command Colin,' I added.

'Yes sir.'

'Did Sergeant Feathers tell you what we are doing?' I asked of him.

'No sir! He said you would tell me in good time sir.'

'Then why did you come?'

'Bit of action under your command sir. Best thing that's happened since I left the service sir. Wouldn't miss it for the world,' and he flashed me a grin before turning back to watch the road.

'You are going up and up in my estimation,' Tracey breathed into my ear. 'You ask, and people come running without knowing what they are getting into. That is something that money can't buy. Loyalty!'

I suddenly felt very proud of myself and then mentally slapped my face for being somewhat conceited in this fact, but the pride was there, nonetheless. Tracey squeezed my arm and I put my hand into his lap to feel his erection and I knew that he too, was proud of me. I felt very happy at the thought of the love I was getting in its different forms.

I felt such a fraud as we talked on the way to the manor, because I didn't know what I planned to do in the near future. All I could say to Private Jones was that this was a reconnaissance of the object of our attack, not saying that I hadn't the slightest clue as what we were really out to achieve. I was just winging it and hoped that something constructive would come out of it.

Within three hours, we were north of the Salisbury Plain and close to Brakestone Manor and then we had to find a place to park the car and take a close look at our objective. Colin had it all in the boot of the car. Binoculars, sniper scopes, long range telescopes, the lot. He'd even brought along a digital camera that had a device that was as good as a range finder that could be attached to the front lens for long distance close ups.

This was perfect, and so we spent the whole day studying the place taking many pictures with this camera from all angles and looking, and noting that Bee Bee was expecting something. There were more people moving about than was really necessary for somebody's home. It didn't take long to work out that they were guards doing their patrols. The blessing was that we didn't see any dogs, though this was not to be relied on without a proper night time surveillance as well. Mind you, I hadn't planned or thought of going in at night. That would be expected, so I was thinking of going in sometime during the late morning. But that wouldn't be decided until we'd really looked over the place for the most vulnerable areas for penetration to get the most out of a surprise attack.

We stayed there till dusk and I made Colin stop on our way back to London to give him and us, dinner as we'd gone without lunch and I think we deserved it. He dropped us off a our flat before nine and promised to be back with the others the next evening for his orders. But on having seen the place, a daylight raid was ruled out as there was far too much open space to cross, so I was going to opt for an hour after dusk.

Tracey agreed with me as we prepared and had a small late supper and then it was to bed.

'Do you know you haven't kissed me all day,' Tracey said as we snuggled up together, our cocks making friends again, 'and the last time I felt what I'm feeling now has been over twelve hours.'

'We'd better put that right,' I said as I rolled on top of him and gave him a deep kiss, pressing my erection hard down onto his stomach..

'Don't make a fresh hole,' he gasped. 'Use the one I've already got.' I rolled off to get a condom and was all fingers and thumbs trying to put it on myself. He took it from me and quickly had it rolled down on my shaft.

'Now make it a good one for we don't know what time we'll get to bed tomorrow night,' he said as he got ready for me. If we ever do get to bed, I said to myself, considering the number of men that I counted round the manor during the day. So I got behind Tracey and gazed at his wonderful backside and stroked the smooth skin before spreading his cheeks to see my target. My cock was up at an angle and really throbbing as, without touching it, placed it in position by just moving my hips.

I pushed forward and the head slowly disappeared into the widening orifice and he gave out a cry as it expanded him far in excess of its usual state. The pressure was wonderful as it moved in and then suddenly released as the head slipped inside and it was nice and smooth for the shaft to follow till I was up inside him to the very hilt. Apart for the in and out motion, I also swung myself from side to side as I fucked him. Pleasurable sounds came from below as I moved, my hands stroking his back and waist as I slowly rode him. Back in the saddle again, I sung to myself very quietly as my body motion was not unlike riding a horse. When did I ever ride a horse cropped up in my mind? Concentrate on the job under your hands, I told myself, and began to really ride him hard, forcing him to actually move on the bed as I rammed myself hard up into him. But real pleasure never lasts and I was soon jerking off inside as I came in a flurry of bursts as I gripped his hips hard and kept pulling him back onto me.

I felt that I must be out of shape for I was panting hard as I pulled out of him and flopped over onto my back. He pulled the condom off with some tissues and then took me into his mouth for the last traces of my semen. His teeth teased me as he raked my stem with them as his tongue played around the foreskin.

I rallied round and said that it was his turn and went up onto my knees as he bounced about in glee at having me again. His entry was easier this time and I felt him slide smoothly into me and I liked the feel of him so soon after the last time. I didn't think I would have missed it that much as his hands held my hips as he moved himself in and out as he fucked me. But again, his enthusiasm was too much and he quickly came, holding me tight as he rammed himself up to me as hard as he could. His cock gave little jumps inside me that I could feel and knew exactly how he felt as he shot his load inside.

He wasn't panting as much as I had when he pulled out and lay down. I did the same to him by using tissues to remove the rubber and go down on him to suck and give him a chew.

But enough is enough and after a long day, we were tired and so we soon fell asleep in a reverse position, sucking on each other's cock just like a baby with a dummy in its mouth.

Chapter Fourteen

I woke with us still top to tail in the bed, a sheet loosely drawn over us, but he'd rolled over onto his front and all I had in front of my face was his lovely bum cheeks. I gave each one a kiss and then moved down and pulled him half up on his knees to a series of groans and ignoring his waking moans, pushed my erection into him. He gave out a gasp and came fully awake as my thighs met his bum and then I let him go to slide back down onto his front with me inside him.

'Oh you darling,' he said in a muffled voice. 'You know just the right way to wake me up,' as I began to fuck him while laying fully on his back. With my hands up under his armpits to grasp his shoulders, I was able to exert more pressure in my fucking, and he loved it. Why is that morning erection the hardest it gets all day? I can never at night achieve that iron bar attitude of flesh that makes me wonder if I could knocks nails into wood with it. So a morning fuck is wonderful more for the recipient than the giver as it really ploughs his furrow and it drew cries of pleasure from Tracey as it swelled even more as I came, him coming too from his squashed penis beneath his body.

I lay on his back panting and feeling my heart beat a strong fast tattoo against his body. It took several minutes for it to slow down to its normal rate, my hips that had been tight and rigid now relaxed as did my grip to his shoulders.

'How many times a day do I say I love you?' came his voice from the pillow. 'Because I don't think I say it enough. My lovely Marcus with his, and my favourite weapon up inside me like it is now.' He really had strong muscles in the cheeks of his bum and they were constantly flexing themselves to tighten them up and subsequently his insides that surrounded my tool. The pressure was all round and far much better than a hand being used to squeeze it.

'Shower time my little lovely one,' I said as I kissed the back of his neck. 'We've got a lot to do today,' and I got his little cry as I pulled out of him. I showered and shaved and did the other things one does in the morning and went and put the coffee on while he performed his ablutions. Our breakfast was quick and we were soon dressed and out to get a taxi to take me to my bank in the Strand. There I drew out ten thousand pounds and we went off and spent three of them on a computer and all the works and also something to suit Tracey for the coming night action against the Manor.

We stayed in the city for a light lunch before heading back to the flat for Tracey to set up the computer. I had to get this to be able to print out the pictures taken with the digital camera and blow them up. It would have looked silly having a briefing and have to keep passing around the camera for all to see what I was talking about.

While Tracey was doing all this, with some large paper that we'd also bought, I drew the lay-out of the manor and grounds showing all the key points. Then I wrote a sheaf of notes and as I did so, wondered where this knowledge was coming from? I can't say that I was recalling anything but the pen flew across the paper as if it knew exactly what to put down.

Tracey was finished before me, so I sent him off to the shops to get a load of beer and some snacks for at least twelve people. He had to get a taxi back. The snacks were all pre-packed food, sausage rolls, small pork pies and the like so that there was no preparation required.

Charlie was the first to arrive just after dark and I asked him not to disclose my amnesia but to get the others to announce their name, rank and number for the benefit of Tracey. To Tracey I said that he was to appear to be taking notes, but just really note their names and an outstanding facial feature, like big left ear, red nose or whatever against their name for me to note as I spoke to them later.

Eleven of us were gathered in our small lounge after the last two arrived, so we had myself, Captain Marcus Kane, leader. Tracey Spencer as aide. Sergeant Charlie Feathers, Corporals Jimmy Knowles and David Welsh. Privates Colin Jones, Nobby Stiles, Mick Flanagan, Richard (Dick) Tyler, Mark Foster and Donald Fraser. They had all given their names etc so I was able at a quick glance be able to put a name to a face though, if the truth be known, I didn't recognise one of them even though we had all served together.

'I feel so proud for you,' Tracey whispered when the men made their greetings to each other, some not having been seen for a couple of years. 'A call goes out and they come running. They must really feel something for you.'

'They do Miss,' Charlie said, overhearing the last part. 'They're alive and the Captain got court martialled for it. So when I called them on his behalf, not one man refused.'

'Okay, that's enough,' I said. 'Tracey. Hand out some beer and put a few trays out please.'

'Too late, they've already found it all.'

'Well let's get started,' I said and when Charlie and Tracey were settled I began. 'I most sincerely thank you all for answering Charlie's call and being here tonight. Now you all know me and I know you, but if you see me hesitate it's because of this,' and I touched the plaster on my head. 'Now the only person you are not familiar with and that's Tracey. Tracey Spencer who has helped me enormously over the past few weeks. She knows as much as I do of what I'm about to tell you.

Two weeks ago in Berlin, we uncovered a massive counterfeit operation which we subsequently broke up, but I lost a colleague in the process. Tracey and I have survived four attacks but have now decided to go for the top honcho, one Sir Bernard Brakestone.'

There were some murmurs from the men sat around the lounge, so some of them knew the name. 'He has definitely been tied into a world- wide counterfeiting and laundering operation and I need to get the information from his Manor to put this leech away.

Now to get this, we will be meeting some opposition as you will see from the pictures in a few minutes time. Now I don't really want bloodshed that will be fatal. Hospitalisation and such like is all right. For you, if you vote to come along, will be a thousand pounds per man for the night's work. If wounded or injured, I will meet all hospital bills. If, and I say if, any one, God forbid, is killed, there will be a twenty thousand pound sum paid to your next of kin. But I don't want you to put yourself into such a situation where this might happen. I'd rather you surrender, loathsome as the thought is, you are not fighting for King and country, so you are more valuable alive than dead because we can always negotiate terms if you are taken. Oh, one last thing. We reckon that the opposition is around twelve, maybe fifteen men, and they have been recruited from the East End of London. The Boyle brothers gang, the Blisters being the most, though Tracey and I have already reduced their number by four. Now if anyone wishes to withdraw, please say so now. It will not be held against you at any time by any of us that remain.' I waited, but nobody made a move, except to turn to a neighbour to speak in whispers, some of them I caught. Just like old times eh? Feels good to be back in action. Thieving bastard, I can't wait!

'Okay,' I started again and got a smile from Tracey. 'Let's get down to it.' Then came my presentation showing them the layout of the Manor, the likely hot spots and then the photos, pointing out names when they were identified. Next came the timing and positions of everybody before we got down to the detailing of jobs to be done the next day for us to be ready.

'Sergeant Feathers will be the coordinator, so work through him. Jimmy, I want you to organise the transport. Four vehicles if possible. David, I want you to be in charge of arms and munitions, aided by Nobby, Mick and Dick. Now stun guns if possible and other guns to use rubber bullets. Smoke and stun grenades, flares, well you know what we'll need for this, I shouldn't have to spell it out. Mark, I want you to get small flashlights and whatever to aid in signals and communication. Now we are not going in for radios and such like because of the budget. Just keep it simple. Lastly, Donald. I want you to get night camouflage kit for all of us. Take a guess at sizes and then go one higher. Make it two for Charlie as he appears to have put on a bit more weight than the rest of us.' This brought out a laugh just as I'd hoped. 'Mick,' he was Irish, well with a surname of Flanagan, what did you expect. 'You know who to contact for a few explosive charges that we can use for diversionary purposes. Get what you can, okay?'